Play

I am juggling again. I am so grateful for the lovely woman I knew in college in the 90's who gave me my first juggling bags. It's such a peaceful, kind of Zen sort of sport. Throwing and catching is all it is, and it can be semi-random or I can practice a pattern or part of a pattern. I can listen to music and let my throwing and catching make it's own percussion, and I can let the sport inform me of my current mood. How graceful am I? And how gracious am I when I am clumsy? Can I laugh my way through the frustration of hands and arms that won't throw the way I tell them, again and again?

Anyway, I think I've found my activity; something I can do at home, listening to music, something that works up my adrenaline just enough to raise my cardio without wearing me out. something that makes me laugh.

Whatever you do for activity, I hope it's fun. Life should be play. Seriously. Life that is not play is simply a waste of manifestation; it is a sadness and suffering. Try to remember to play, ok?